Unpacking Boxes
- Apr 1
- 4 min read
Just the Sex by T.C. Calligari
808 words
This story contains: her and him, contemporary romance, strangers, spanking, rough
Rachel lifted a box onto a shelf, her T-shirt clinging to her damp breasts. The day wasn’t hot, but unpacking caused sweat to trickle down her back. She went to lug another box up the steps when a man ran by, catching her eye, his muscular chest amber in the sun.
He stopped, smiling. “Can I help you?”
Oh can you.
His pants hung low enough to reveal that sweet spot of hip bone as it curved down. Rachel wanted to trace that curve with her fingers. She looked into his golden-brown eyes. “Well. . .”
“We’re neighbors, you know.” He pointed to the next building. “It’s the least I can do. Be neighborly.”
She smiled. “Please, I’d love your help.”
They worked together for awhile, sometimes brushing against each other when she passed him a box. Once the last one was inside, he (What was his name?) continued to help her unpack.
She bent to open a box, and his hands skimmed her waist, sliding over her hips. “Want to take a break?” he asked, his hand warm against her back.
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